I miss the colors of love

raw

i can't let go

who can face the knowledge?

the world weighs on my shoulders

but what am I to do?

you sometimes drive me crazy

but I worry about you

I know it makes no difference

to what you're going through

but I see the tip of the iceberg

and I worry about you

distant early warning

rush

confident hopelessness

awasteawasteawasteawaste

unless...

"Mostly," said the roof to the sky,
"the distance between you and I is endlessness;
But a while ago two came up here,
and only one centimeter was left between us."

~Hila Plitmann

caught

What do you pride yourself in?

truly, what have you done in your life that you look back on with neither regret nor indifference?

now tell me: why are you proud of this? Do you actually find value in what you've done or do you merely take pride in it because others think it a worthy and mighty achievement? Did you carry out this action for your own satisfaction or for the praise you'd receive from others?

perhaps it is time to start doing things because we want to, not because we desire praise.

but what do I want? who do I want to be? I am a composite of all of my surroundings; I was molded from the thoughts and ideas of others.

How can I be myself when nothing I know is original, when nothing is me?

may i be wrong

may my mind stroll about hungry

and fearless and thirsty and supple

and even if it’s Sunday may i be wrong

for whenever men are right they are not young

E.E. Cummings

little birds

may my heart always be open to little

birds who are the secrets of living

whatever they sing is better than to know

and if men should not hear them men are old

E.E. Cummings

surround yourself with the people you love

one day I will not be filled--

and I will be empty no longer

one day my edges will blur--

and I will finally see clearly

one day

I will be someone

one day I'll listen

to my impulses

hold on

hold on

one more time with feeling

try it again, breathing's just a rhythm

say it in your mind until you know that the words are right

this is why we fight

one more time with feeling

Regina Spektor

when i didn't know you
and everything i do
done badly

now I'll love you always
even when i say
you distract me.

part one

Band of Horses

starving eyes

There's a dream in my brain
that just won’t go away.
It's been stuck there since it came
a few nights ago

and I’m standing on a bridge
in the town where I lived
as a kid with my mom and my brothers.

And then the bridge disappears
and I’m standing on air
with nothing holding me.
And I hang like a star,
glowing in the dark,
for all those starving eyes to see,
like the ones we’ve wished on.

Something Vague

Bright Eyes

homesick

so close, yet so far

sigh

February,

what do you have in store for me this time?